I wanted him to fuck me.I quickly understood why they were holding me down. I felt my rapist insert a large finger coated with a cold, slimy lubricant...into my asshole.I knew instantly what he was planning and I was positive he would kill me if he tried to fuck my ass with that huge cock. I just knew that his fat cock would tear something inside me and I would bleed to death right here in this nasty living room while these ugly old men watched.I started to struggle and I pleaded with him not to. The way my body reacts to it, first in a little pain, then a sense of fullness and then fulfillment as his cock takes complete possession of me. The way the man holds my hips, driving his cock in and out of me as I arch my back pushing my ass so his cock slides in deeper. The thrill of his cock as it scrapes my prostate, bringing joy to my body both inside and out. The way the man controls it, sliding in and out, back and forth, at first slow and easy and then hard and fast as he begins to. “Sit down,” he instructed me, and Dylan followed me, never taking his mouth off me while Craig positioned me for the camera, and it was pretty sexy how that boy smiled at me the whole time gently pushed that little thing right into my ass. It was about the size of Dylan’s index finger, but it was harder, obviously, and Craig demonstrated some detail of it to Dyl before he backed off completely along with Scott, who was wiping himself off with a towel his little guy handed him. Dylan stopped. He opened the door and smiled at me. He was looking at me like a hungry beast ready to eat its meat (me). I smiled back at him and went in. That day he sat with us in the table. I was showing some math problems. It was a hot summer day. I asked for some water. He brought me a glass. I took the glass from him knowingly dropped some water. My t-shirt was wet and he could see my bra over my t-shirt. He smiled at me watching this.After a long lasting month it was time to take my first salary. I was.